Fanfiction Descendants Novels & Stories

Some bad, some good, but all of them are mine. “That's enough roughhousing you two, time to pack it up” I yelled over to the twins. At three years old, they can now run circles around me. It's true what people say when they said ‘it takes a village’. Without my village Gunner and I would be swamped. The pack took the news of the twins well. Some were understandably cautious and concerned. After everything we have been through together as a pack, it makes sense that they would be wary. Others were overjoyed by the idea of two descendants. One to take over the throne of Alpha, and one to carry the line of the Goddess. Though to me, they are more than a future Alpha and a future Goddess, they a

I could care less about his secret as long as I was happy and Matthew was my happiness. I just hope my daughters will find their happiness with their lords as much as I did. Becca blinked her eyes as she was reading her mother's note in the book. Her father was one of the Vampyre? But he did not serve in the Higher Court and he was happy to leave as a merchant between the sprawling towns in Niapachad Island. Her father would move around the island to sell goods and trades. She did not know that she was a descendant of a Vampyre as well as the Origins, considering that only the descendants of the Origins can have Porphyria that evolved them to become a Vampyre.

"Would this connection pass to them?" The question caught me off guard, though I should have anticipated it. We had discussed having a family someday, in the abstract way of couples who know they want children but aren't quite ready yet. "I don't know," I admitted. "Fenrir's memories don't show what happened to his descendants immediately after the ritual. We only know that the connection persisted through the bloodline, eventually reaching me." "So our children could inherit this burden," Xander said, his expression unreadable.

“Yes. It’s something I can do, but I would never do it to you and Tyre. If I had been here when you talked to Grant, I could’ve given him full control. Both Elle and I are her descendants. My ancestors were created from Selene’s essence. Elle was created from Selene’s lineage.” Why did she never tell me that? I swore that she liked him more than me sometimes. I just heard her tinkling laughter in my head at my thoughts. See? She did not even deny it. “So, all of Elle’s family would be descendants too?” She tilted her head while she thought about how to explain it. I was not privy to her mind like she was when I was in control, but I supposed there were many things that I could not know until

"So a Blackthorne witch hiding in a werewolf pack would have children who read as wolf. Grandchildren who read as wolf. For six generations, every descendant would live their entire life believing they were simply a lesser version of whatever supernatural category they'd been born into." The specific cruelty of that settles over me slowly. Six generations of people who never shifted, who had abilities nobody could explain, who spent their lives being told they were defective versions of something they weren't. Six generations of people like me, except they died without knowing. "How many?" I ask. "How many descendants over two centuries?" "The records don't have a complete count. Dozens, pro

Nellie answered confidently. “Correct, thank you Lady Locke. As you all know those three she just mentioned are the known descents. A descent is a person who is born or has the blood of these mystical creatures. Except of course for the god descents which have received the blessings of the gods, they are not offspring of god but only people who received their blessings. Though god descents do not have the blood of a god in their body they considered as the most powerful descent since their bodies are blessed with embers. Embers are the essence present in the realm of gods that supports the existence of the mystical creature and serves as their life force.”

Cindy encouraged. "That's why you're stuck in the middle. Either you should not have begun the mating process or you should have finished it, but at the very least you will understand more about yourself." Cindy exhaled a sigh. "What exactly do you mean?" I scowled. "You know Rafael, your grandparents were more than vampires; they weren't humans to begin with; they were hybrids, but when the war came, they channeled their powers and prayed for Fiona's offspring to inherit their position, so the genes skipped your mother, and you, Eva, and your future children will inherit the legacy. Your children will be stronger than you because of Astrid, but I'll get to it later," Cindy stated.

“Both families faced many perils after discovering the Transcending Ice Crystal. Many kingdoms were jealous of such weapons and had sought to rob them of their possessions. Such a weapon is considered a god send as nothing could stop it. Everyone lusted for that power. There was little they could do to stop them. All the kingdoms slowly hunted both families were and killed. Some were tourched to give up the location of the mine. All of that and resisted had died.” She slowly continued with a slight pause. She knew for what she was going to say cause stirred emotions. “Many years later both families betrothed their eldest children and send them off in to a remote part of the world to continue

I asked, readjusting my position to listen better. "Well, they are practically descendants of old species. Most likely in the last two hundred years, they had an ancestor who was a part of the supernatural community. Mostly, these are witches in particular who decided to mate with humans. Sometimes Magic dies in family lines, especially when they continuously mix with those that are not their kind, in this case-humans. Blood is forgotten and they and their descendants fade into nothing. But of course, magic can never really be completely gone, that's why once every other generation from the descendants of every forgotten ancient blood, a finder, a glimpse, or a hunter is born." "What are tho

Sometimes I wondered if our children understood far more than they could express. I carefully opened the first chapter. The book was unlike any genealogy I had ever seen. It wasn't organized by kingdoms. Nor by families. Instead, it catalogued magical bloodlines. Their origins. Their gifts. Their evolution through the centuries. Some abilities had strengthened. Others had disappeared entirely. Some had merged into different families after generations of marriages. The author had meticulously tracked every known hereditary gift. Order moved closer. Chaos abandoned his usual jokes. Even Hunter sat straighter despite Queen Silveira insisting he should still be resting.